Yonder to the northeast of the city is Telegraph Hill, 294 feet high, a spot which in the olden days, that is, as far back only as 1849, was wooded.

Now it is teeming with life, and it looks down with seeming satisfaction on miles and miles of streets and warehouses and dwellings of rich and poor.

But there are not many poor people in this Queen City.

In all my wanderings about the city for a month, I was never accosted by a professional beggar.

Everybody could find work to do, and all seemed prosperous and happy.